Highbourne Cay, Bahamas
24.42.808N
76.49.808W

Today we went to see the iguanas of Allen's Cay. It's just a little north of here and a fairly easy dingy ride from where we are anchored. There were about 20 of them on the beach to greet us and several others scattered along our path to the other side of the island. We had taken some bean sprouts for them to eat but they were more interested in the grapes the other group of people brought with them. They were smaller than I had envisioned them to be but large enough to gain my respect. The ones in Puerto Rico and Cozumel were huge. These were about 6-9" tall and about 1-2' long. After that, we just dingied around the rest of the islands exploring the little inlets and coves before returning to our boat. The wind is making it a little too cool to go snorkeling and we didn't feel like digging out our wet suits quite yet.

On our dingy ride, we discovered that once again we were the tiniest boat in the neighborhood. The only other sailboat, a 38' Lagoon catamaran, had left in the morning leaving us with the mega yacht that had anchored next to us during the night. This guy brought all of his toys with him; 4 jet skis and 2 go fast boats over 20' for dingies and Dale saw a treadmill on the upper deck. I don't even want to hazard a guess as to how big he might be; I can see that he's four decks tall. At night he looks like a cruise ship. The marina located on Highbourne Cay was also loaded with megayachts. This evening two more pulled in and anchored on either side of us. Dale says he's starting to get an inferiority complex.

Today was also a first for starting up our watermaker. Dale says that it's working as advertised. I'm glad because it looked like he was tearing up the entire salon to expose the various pieces and parts to make sure everything was running properly. Then he was up and down the companionway like a monkey to peer over the side. Water in? Yep. Brine out? Yep. Every once in a while, he'd come up, toss out a bucket of water and scramble back down again. Then after about an hour, he produced a glass of water; whadda think? Yep, tastes like water; boy can you cook! Combine that with the bread I made today, and clearly we won't starve to death.

Tomorrow we thought we might mosey on down to Norman's Cay. I guess during the 70's it was pretty notorious for being the home of some drug lord. Now it's abandoned. I hope it's abandoned; we plan on snorkeling around the plane that crashed into the lagoon.